Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
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Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.